She wakes the Phoenix in our prison dreams

And wraps us in her all-embracing care

To lift us up and over buried streams

That lock us in our dungeon of despair.

She sheds our chains as Serpent skins unwound

In labyrinths; and there uncoils our maze

To open hearts to wholeness—lost—refound:

The bite of spring that heals our winter days.

The Centaur spurs the body-mind to know

The laughing songs that light the dance of Dao,

Releasing breaths outstretched, beyond they flow

To ever-present and unbounded Now

Where many seek to go, desiring truly,

But few are graced to find; those few   found Julie.

—TOMIS #00137916